Raven
There's something more refined about this Ren, he's…mysterious, less boyish, less nerdy. This Ren is not the same one who had a cold exterior and a golden heart. This one has a soft exterior and a broken heart. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that while he may have learned how to display emotion, he doesn't really feel them. This one is dangerous. He knows more than everyone that surrounds him and he loves to dangle it over their heads, he has control over everyone and everything. He knows each move you'll make before you do. And he's always 20 steps ahead. It doesn't matter if he's outgunned, outmanned. He can cripple all of them with his mind in a matter of seconds if it's what he wanted. This Ren, is not someone that should be tempted. He doesn't even know what his morals are. I stare at him in his eerie facade, I can see distinctly now that it's Ren, how was I so blind to it? the sharpness of his eyes, the dimple on the right side of his face. He has a much warmer smile now, warm enough to make it seem genuine...genuine to an amateur at least. Still he's gorgeous. I try to grab at what I would say to a man who I have no interest in. If I drop my guard he'll use me, I know he will.
"Reynold. Jace. England. You know I forgot just how sexy your name feels rolling off my tongue."
I look at him, he's staring at me. Emotionless, calm, calculating. I see a spark in him. I can't tell if it's amusement or excitement. I reach a finger over and trace up his jawline. I keep pushing. I bite my lip and drop my voice.
"I know you miss how I made you feel. AJ never quite met the criteria, did he?"
He tries to keep his facial features carefully arranged but the color drains out of it. I give him a small, knowing smile.
"Aw," I grab his chin, "How cute. You think I can't read you." I lean in closer, I drop my smile and look him square in the eyes. "You're wrong." I say in a sultry whisper, letting go of his chin with a jerk. His silence, along with that dumb flustered look on his face lets me know that I won. I changed my mind, definitely still boyish. You just gotta prod a little.